𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 ; SHINDEKU

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"God!" He shouted out, throwing his head back, his curls pushing into the pillow underneath him.

I gasped, pushing into him more and more, fast, my pace quickening and quicker.

"Fuck!" He moaned, his nails digging into my shoulders, hissing at the pain.

"Fuck-" His voice sent shivers down my spine, causing my hips to jerk forward.

"Hitoshi- please-" His sentences were incoherent, sweat beads formed on our bodies, feeling them bond briefly as our skin touched.

"Izuku." I moaned out, my breaths shaky, and lips parted.

"Oh my God, you feel so good." His back arched, making me thrust deeper, making me gasp, breathlessly.

I struggled to hold myself up, grabbing and clawing at the sheets, knuckles whitening with each movement.

He pushed himself off of the bed, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, tightly grabbing at my skin.

"Ah-" He breathlessly groaned.

I held his lower back, feeling his muscles tense as I fucked into him.

"Want it-" He moaned.

"Fu- Fuck-" I stammered, my mouth sort of shivering as we moved against each other.

"Ah, god-"

"I'm close-" He managed to breathe out. My eyes rolled into the back of my head slightly, pushing myself against him.

I kissed him, pushing my lips against him, licking and biting the bottom of his lip.

Desperation filled my intentions, everytime I glanced at him even, I felt needy for him.

I wanted him, so badly.

I felt his entire body tighten, my thrusts becoming uneven and more desperate.

"Hitoshi!" He moaned loudly, latching onto me tightly, as I pushed him down, pushing his body into the mattress, feeling his legs shake around my hips.

He came all over himself, and me, no audible sound escaping his lips, as they were parted.

A brief, quick, smile painted itself on my lips before a final thrust into him, feeling myself finish.

"Fuck, Izuku, god damn-" I moaned, everything in my body shook, I felt like I was high, on a different drug other than substance.

I was addicted, craving him from the first second, scratching that long-over-due itch.

Our breaths softened, but only to catch our breaths, stealing each other's air with each heave.

He smiled up at me, his eyes half closed, sweaty and red freckles dotting his skin.

I inhaled, leaning down to kiss him gently.

I pulled out, both gasping at the odd sensation.

"I'll be right back." I whispered, earning a small nod, standing up wearily to throw it away.

I tossed it in the small grocery bag on the door, and rushed back to his side.

I hid my face in the crook on his neck, hearing his heart beat against mine.

His head leaned against mine, seeing him swallow as his Adam's apple moved slightly when he did so.

It was the fourth time we had sex in the past two days.

I was far from complaining but it made me wonder if I was just a rebound.

As disgusting as it made me feel, I craved it even more the more I thought about it.

At the moment, I didn't care for answers, I cared for him, and his rising and falling chest.

I cared for the sheets under us that held our sweat.

I cared for him so much, and even if he didn't know, I didn't care. I wasn't going to lose him this time because I'm here for him.

I'm here for him, rebound or not, I'm here for him, whenever he leaves me or not.

I needed him, for now at least.

"You're thinking alot, you're head's warm." He spoke gently.

I hesitated before speaking.

"I..." I began. "Just thinking."

"About what?" He asked. I shifted my head slightly, seeing his eyes looking up stuff the cieling.

His eyes shifted towards me, looking directly at me.

"I wanna know." He said gently.

"I don't want to tell you and then you think about it for too long." I said against his shoulder.

"Just tell me." He said. "I don't want to have any secrets. Not with anyone- ever again."

I closed my eyes, the tips of my eyelashes grazing against his shoulder.

I moved, sitting up on the bed, facing away from him, closing my eyes, preparing for the conversation not yet had.

"Hitoshi." He spoke, feeling him shift to a sit up position, moving the mattress slightly.

I glanced back at him, his arms wrapped loosely around his knees.

"I know." I said. "That you're using me as a rebound. But the fact is you're not sober, and neither am I. I feel like if you were you would not want to be with me."

He sat there in silence.

"I'm sober as I've ever been." He said.

"No, you're not." I said solemnly.

"Hitoshi." He said.

"No." I said.

"I don't know how I feel right now." He said loudly, as if he was scared I'd leave the room before he could breathe.

"I know that." I said.

"You don't know how I feel about you, though." He said.

I turned to him.

He liked there, freckles kissing his skin, his eyes begging me to listen.

His curly hair fell across his face slightly, his expression desperate.

"How do you feel about me?" I asked, making eye contact with him, ready to hear the truth after literal years of waiting.

"I don't know-" He began. I sighed.

"But." He spoke. "I know that I want to be around you. I would not have come here if I didn't. You were the only person I wanted to be around three nights ago, and you're still the only one." He said.

I kept silent, wanting to believe his words, but knowing he would just go against them later.

He wasn't sober, he was speaking to appease.

"I believe you." I lied.